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“Baby, nothing is a waste of time when it comes to you.” He tipped his head back, the tendons in his strong neck rising under his skin and barked a laugh at the ceiling. “God, I’m so relieved. I thought I was going to have to spend months apart from you with nothing but video calls and hurried weekends to tide me over until I could somehow persuade you to give up the Ranch and come live with me in New York.”
His grin when he lowered his head was brighter than any of the stars pricking the midnight sky beyond the window.
He wokeher with that same grin in the morning. She brushed a quick kiss across his cheek before slipping off to the bathroom to brush her teeth and tidy up. She took a turn in front of the mirror to check her pajamas. Her grin was only a little dimmer than Sutter’s when she saw the cream silk with its little yellow duckies had barely creased overnight.
Feeling confident and cute, she sashayed out of the bathroom. Sutter passed her, giving her a backhanded pat on the bottom. When he came out, smelling minty, his hair in damp spikes, wearing just black silk boxers, he stopped at the bottom of the bed. His eyes, deepening to forest green, roamed up the bed, taking her in as she lay on her side.
“Those are some mighty cute duckies, darlin’.”
She rolled onto her stomach and wiggled her bottom at him. “You think so?”
“I do. Leave the top on and take off the bottoms. Only thing cuter than the duckies is that sweet little bottom.”
She wriggled out of the sleep shorts, leaving on the silky shirt and her panties.
Sutter growled and jumped onto the bed, setting his teeth into the curve of her ass cheek. Saoirse squeaked at the sting of his teeth but raised her hips to his touch. He immediately backed off though, and lay down next to her on the bed.
“Sorry… I got too excited.”
Rolling over, Saoirse bit back a laugh, remembering the many bites she’d received at M Street and Blunts. “Good,” she told him. “I want you to be excited.”
Sutter swallowed, his throat working. “Not, um, too excited.”
Saoirse placed a gentle hand on his chest, feeling the silk of his skin, the swell of his muscles, and the faint sheen of sweat.He’s nervous, even if he’s hiding it behind that white-white smile. He doesn’t want to come too soon.
“You don’t need to worry about that,” she reassured him. “There’s no such thing as too excited. Or too early. Because whatever happens, we can go again. If there’s anything you don’t like, we can do something else.” She winked at him. “And we can have fun, right?”
He reached out and swept her bangs behind her ears. “Everything with you is fun. Even last night was fun. I don’t suppose there’s any chance you golf, is there?”
“Not as well as I swim, but Dad killed time in the off-season working on his backswing. He taught me and once my shoulder began to recover, it was good exercise to take it through the full range of motion.”
Sutter reached out and brushed his fingers over the hollow of her left shoulder. “Does it hurt if I massage it?”
Saoirse shook her head. “Massage feels great.”
He rubbed gently with the ball of his thumb, then more firmly with all of his fingers when she didn’t flinch or draw away. “Are you up to eighteen holes with the V.I.P.s? I can cut it short if it’s too much.”
“Sounds good,” Saoirse agreed. “Help walk off the jet lag.”
“Great. I’d love to have you with me for the day. I just don’t want to ask too much. We’ll still have time for sightseeing in the afternoon. And there’s Auntie Suzanna’s world-famous barbeque tomorrow. “
“World famous, huh?” Saoirse teased. “It’s funny, I’ve never heard of it before.”
Sutter’s hand slid up from her shoulder to stroke her neck. “Well, world famous in my family.”
“Internationally known.” Saoirse nodded. “I see how it is.”
Sutter chuckled. “It’ll be more fun than the party last night, I promise. Aunt Suzanna knows how to have a good time. And there’ll be fireworks.”
Saoirse slid a little closer to him, until she could feel the heat off his skin against hers. “I didn’t have a bad time at the party. I don’t want you thinking I did.” She grinned up at him. “It was just a lotmorefun once we went downstairs.”
He cupped her head and stroked his thumb under her jaw. “It certainly was. That’s a scene I’d like to do regularly. Little Saoirse writes lines with a warm bottom.”
Saoirse tipped her head to give him a coy side-eye. “Nottoooften.”
“You ready for a kiss, little Saoirse?” he asked.
“More than ready,” she whispered as his lips found hers. His warm hand cupped her nape, drawing her closer. Saoirse moved readily, shifting until they were pressed together. The heat of his chest enveloped her. When one of his thighs pressed against hers, she parted her legs. His hard thigh slid between hers. She rubbed against him, enjoying the silk of her skin against the hairy roughness of his.
